Novelas y relatos de Michael Myers X Ghostface

It was the first time Harvey saw a killing technique like this. And so, Harvey retreated once more and maintained a safe distance between himself and Ghostface before looking curiously at Ghostface. It had been very rare for someone to make him interested in having a great battle. However, the expression on Ghostface's face changed when he saw what Harvey did. According to his calculation, even if his Blazing Fireball technique could not kill Harvey, it would be able to throw Harvey into a state of confusion. He did not expect that his ace in the hole would not even make Harvey break a sweat. He could not believe it.

Officer Brian Bowers is dead! The man lunges at Chris. They both are on the ground; the man got on top and started scratching his face off. Chris tries to plead with the man. "PLEASE DON'T KILL ME! I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING TO YOU!" he pleads and cries. The man hisses at him. He does not listen, so he continues to rip his face off. His mouth grew more prominent; then, he ate his neck. Chris coughs up blood. The man stops eating his neck. Officer Chris Hudson is dead!

And we didn’t have the fucking time. “Ah, Ghost. He is very good. Even I couldn’t get my hands on him.” Vasiliev commented. “Wait, I can help with that. I know Ghost.” Michael spoke “You know him?” I raised a brow. “I know her. We go way back and I was the one who managed to get Gaetano a deal. I didn’t know she was still working with him.” “Wait, Ghost is a fucking woman?!” Rafaelle erupted in shock and Michael nodded.

They were still in their wolf form while we fought. I was about to get up when the other wolf ran at me and also morphed to his partial human form. His face was unfamiliar as I have never seen him before. He wasn't one of Raymonds minions that I saw last time. He ran towards me and threw a punch attack which was channeled for my face but I dodged to the other side and then banged a punch on his abdomen and then on his face. He staggered but still stood on his feet. He came again with more force and channeled a punch towards my face, I dodged but this time I was not so lucky as the last time because as I dodged, I got a punch on my cheeks from the other side. It was one of the two I had beate

Then a voice slid out of the darkness. “Quite the time keeper, huh?” I spun with the cigarette dropping from my lips. Myles fucking Voss stood behind me, calm and almost smirking. I hadn’t heard a single footstep. I snarled. “Well, ain’t that some shit. I’m supposed to be the Ghost, yet you creep up on me like you own the place. How the fuck did you do that?” He stepped closer with his eyes hard. “I know you, Murphy and I know the only reason you showed up this early is because you’ve got your little dogs hiding and waiting for me. You think I don’t smell them?”

But the gang made it clear that I wasn’t a burden, instead… I was someone they could rely on, too. “Ghost,” Tyler’s voice crackled over the comm in my helmet. “They’re here. Three bikes. Colors we don’t know.” Ghost. Yeah, after I left the Iron Howlers Pack, I’ve decided that Raven died. And the one who remained was none other than this version of myself, a ghost. Headlights split the dust up ahead. Another rival gang who wouldn’t stop trying until they were taught a lesson. I rolled my shoulders, my grip tightening on the throttle.

We exchanged glances for a second, but I was quick to avert my gaze and I didn't even know why. They've got tattoos on their faces and arms down to their shoulders. It was in the middle of the road, the sides surrounded by a lake. The one with a bird tattoo stepped forward, his smirk wider than the rest. “Look who we have here. It's Ghost” he laughed. “The soulless dead man who is here to haunt us today. Oh, I'm getting scared” another said. They laughed, and I let them hold their peace before they ended up in misery.

There was no response, just people continuing to gawk, but three gazes stood out the most to me. Mr Gaston looked quite impressed, and a smile of appreciation twitched at his lips. If he was happy with the result, then that means that he didn’t regret making me the face of his jewellery collection. Michael’s jaw hung low, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets, but he quickly masked his stupid expression with a neutral one…but the lust in his eyes was evident.

he snivels and I walk towards him, only to feel something hit my arms, back, and legs in quick succession. I look up and see a smirking sniper and feel the red laser aimed right at my forehead, but that smirk drops from his face when my lip curls into a smile. Ghost was standing behind him, his eyes completely white as he tapped into his beast - that sniper’s head hit the floor in front of me before he could fire another shot. Ghost grins, then he disappears in the blink of an eye and I don’t even have to look behind me to know he’s ripped more sniper heads off.

"Shane found me in a bar. Said I looked dead. That was until some fucker was messing with me. He wanted to show off in front of his new little girlfriend, I hadn't gotten too far in fuckin' him up when Shane pulled me back. Told me about the Warriors. Thought it sounded like something that could save my life from either getting killed or being arrested. Austin made the same comment about how I looked dead because of my eyes, Ghost was created." "I'm glad you got patched in Ghost." I know more haunts Ghost than he lets on. I've seen the names of the men he has killed tattooed on him. I've also overheard my father mention some kind of mafia when it comes to him. I don't know the details, but I